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Scrambled cities: If you're not gonna do the work(on your soul), then you might as well work til you die

 There are two tiers in normal life. Those who are survive and those who thrive.  But nothing is a mistake in life: Nothing comes by chance. You have to prepare for it.  If you thought life was about making money and beating out the Jones's, you've lost already.  Life is: Desire for connection. All unhealthy competition is isolating. We live in an isolated-enough world already. This connection comes from a surprising place: Self-acceptance. A lot of us need to go back to the classroom. A lot of us need to take a silent breather and check in with what we need. This takes serious work. It's the real work. It relies on respect for others and self-respect.  A lot of people in the self-help community try to push the self aside: Manning up is the only side of it they see. But there are certain non-negotiables in this life. Certain things we can't cheat ourselves out of. We are not a piece of meat being acted on.    However, this is where God comes in. Some o...
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Destroy me slightly, Baby

 She walked into the room like a flame, all red and heat and hunger. I didn't stand a chance. I knew I was in trouble from the moment I saw her, but I couldn't help myself. There was something about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was like nothing I had ever seen before. She was dangerous, but I didn't care. I wanted to be destroyed by her, just a little bit. I walked over to her and introduced myself. She smiled at me with those lips, those lips that promised both pleasure and pain. We talked for hours, drinking and laughing and flirting. As the night wore on, I knew I was in too deep. I was falling for her, hard. But I didn't care. I wanted her to destroy me, just a little bit. We left the bar and walked back to my place. I knew what was coming, but I didn't try to stop it. She pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Her eyes were wild, like a predator's. She kissed me hard, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Her hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. And then she did it. She destroyed me, just a little bit. I woke up the next morning, feeling both exhilarated and empty. She was gone, of course. I knew she would be. But I didn't care. I had experienced something that few people ever do. I had been destroyed, just a little bit. And it was worth it.

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